There was once these two

It was said of them that they were true

Between them was a gulf so enormous

One hand had a rock so gorgeous

Yes true they were and they knew:

Bridging the chasm would lead to certain doom

With no return from the land of gloom.

Never sit down with a married woman,
or sit at table with her drinking wine,
in case you succumb to her charms,
and in your ardor you slide down to your ruin. – Si 9:9